The Wistful Mirror

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The cold bit deep. It settled in the marrow. Not just skin deep. Bone deep. A structural failure. I felt it in the jaw. The hinges were worn. The teeth ground. Concrete dust coated the tongue. Taste of chalk. Taste of decay. I am Sergeant Elias Thorne. Twenty years in the uniform. The badge is heavy. A lead weight on the chest. It pulls the shoulders down. Gravity is a constant. We train for...

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